Gemotions

The weight of it settled on Leo’s chest like a physical burden. He had finally started to feel at home in his apartment, after years of moving around. He looked at the notice, which was placed squarely on his dining table. The words, so carefully chosen to sound reassuring, only served to amplify his frustration.

He ran a hand over his face. The building was already starting to feel different. People were whispering in the hallways, assessing the value of their belongings. The sense of community, which he had prized so much, was dissolving, replaced by a cold, calculating greed.

He wanted to scream, to smash something, but instead, he sat down at the table and stared at the empty space. He was tired. Bone tired. He felt like he was being robbed.